Charles Dickens, Sketches by Boz, NOW, ANYBODY WHO PASSED THROUGH THE DIALS ON A HOT SUMMER'S EVENING, AND SAW THE DIFFERENT WOMEN OF THE HOUSE GOSSIPING ON THE STEPS, WOULD BE APT TO THINK THAT ALL HARMONY AMONG THEM, AND THAT A MORE PRIMITIVE SET OF PEOPLE THAN THE NATIVE DIALLERS COULD NOT BE IMAGINED.".